I am a Flag

There is a flag

You can see it

Blowing in the wind

This way and then that way

Up and down

Sometimes it appears to be tied in knots

Occasionally it is so in need of cleaning

That it is difficult to even see what is on the flag


It can be difficult sometimes to fathom

Even for the flag itself

Yet for all this flapping around

This flag never goes far

It does not become detached and blow away in the storm

For the flag is attached

There is a pole of truth



Running right through it

This pole is anchored to the rock

And there is no separating it

In this life or the next


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